If anyone knows anything about me, then it’s understood that I am an absolute sucker for villainous love interests and power couples. The darker the better. So giving me a love interest who is not only a villain, but an actual demon is the quickest way to get me to read it. Kerri Maniscalco is … Continue reading Witches, Demons, and Cannolis – A Review of Kingdom of the Wicked by Kerri Maniscalco
Fiction
Eppure Si Muove
So, this is why I'm here. This Life... refuses to die
Transient – Session 5
A weight in her hand made her raise it and she stared at the kitchen knife clenched tightly in her fist. She turned it over catching the glint of the moonlight and giving ruby glow to the stains on the blade...
The Playground – Chapter 3
“Besides, no matter what, I’m simply satisfied you’re here. This makes us friends now.”
Transient – Session 4
"They're all victims, John." "Not fuckin' likely!" The Sheriff questions a severely traumatized child with the questionable Dr. Chandler.
Ædsta Eilífdina and the Hringurinn
In the yawning void known as the Ginnungagap – The Empty Darkness – resides the Supreme Eternity known as Ædsta Eilífdina. It is the source and sum of all things that begin and end. The Fountain from which all élan flows through the Threads of the Cosmos. It is music, dance, and the song that … Continue reading Ædsta Eilífdina and the Hringurinn
The Story So Far (June 2022)
It's now Gemini season but life has been so very chaotic that we barely noticed over here. Between dealing with the aftermath of the fire and having a lot of promises broken to us, it's been a hard fight to stay above water, much less stay creative. The extent of "one thing after another" has … Continue reading The Story So Far (June 2022)
The Playground – Chapter 2
"I wonder why you do that?" "What?" "Sabotage."
Transient – Session 3
There was no such thing as an honest smile on an adult.
Transient – Session 2
Something grew in Ayida as this thing bore down on her. something that cut through the emptiness and numb. Relief? No... death. It reached for her.
Spilled Ink 